So, upon finishing up teaching (and doing a service thing) on Thursday night, my fall break commenced. I have (had) big plans for this break, which involve(d) a lot of writing.
You know what I’ve accomplished so far? Nada. Zilch. Zippo. Well, in terms of the writing. Apparently, I needed to take two days sleeping (like, literally: sleeping in the day and in the night) and in the interim reading crap.
Did I need to do this? Probably. Do I already regret it? Yep.
Because I really need to write. I can’t afford to waste this giant (for the middle of semester) block of time. But I also needed to rest….
So I made a list, and I looked at the first major thing on it, which is slightly more major than I’d imagined it in my head.
Whatever. It will be ok. Tomorrow through Wednesday, it is on. I will buckle down. But it’s ok that I took two days for rest. Indeed, I’ve got to believe that the two days of rest will be good for productivity (whether or not that’s “true” is another question, but I need to believe it).